A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Rogge, wandless spellcasting requires a high level of talent and a high level of proficiency in spells..." Professor Flitwick reminded.

"Professor, I can." Rogge replied firmly, and Flitwick nodded for him to start.

I saw him put down his wand and whispered under the gaze of everyone: "Yingadim Leviosa."

The spell was very precise, and the feathers on the table floated steadily. Rogge controlled the magic power and guided the feather to fly in a circle over the classroom before falling back to the table.

"Wow..." There were exclamations in the classroom. For the first time, the little wizards saw what it was like to cast spells without a wand.

If the difficulty factor of casting a spell with a wand is 1, it is at least 10 without a wand. Rogge can precisely control feathers that are almost weightless, and the difficulty of this precise use of magic is even more difficult.

Professor Flitwick was deeply shocked by Rogge's performance and praised him endlessly.

"That's great, that's great!" Flitwick was the first to applaud, and Ron reluctantly clapped twice.

"Slytherin gives you 5 points for your outstanding performance!"

"Yeah~!" The cheers of the little snakes were particularly powerful. As long as Rogge was willing, he could make the professor willingly give them extra points (except for flying lessons).

Rogge bowed to Professor Flitwick and thanked him. Although the five points did not meet Snape's requirements, it might make his face look better. Hermione followed closely behind and cast the Flying Feather Charm effortlessly without any pressure, and Professor Flitwick did not hesitate to praise her.

"Hermione, have you known it a long time ago?" Ron asked her, staring suspiciously.

"Huh, mind yourself." Hermione hated Weasley who always deducted points from the academy and concentrated on practicing her own spells.

"Thank you, Hermione." After school, Roger specially thanked her.

"You're welcome, your wandless spellcasting is the reason why Professor Flitwick gave you extra points." Hermione smiled and walked out of the classroom with Rogge.

"Anyway, without your help, the professor's extra points would definitely not be so satisfying. To express my gratitude, can Miss Granger accept the invitation and go to the library to read with me?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "I think you are the one who wants to go."

"Oh, I was actually seen through." Rogge nodded in annoyance, "I will definitely not be able to complete the 50 points required by Snape. I'd better consider how to breathe in the water."

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He remembered that Harry had used similar herbs in Goblet of Fire, but he had to find the name from a library book.

"You found so many books?" Hermione's eyes widened, and the books Roger held could cover his face.

"No way, who told me not to turn into a fish." Rogge put down the book and made a dull sound. The librarian Mrs. Pince looked over with a murderous look, and Roger quickly apologized.

"Be careful..." Hermione helped him divide the books into two piles and whispered to him: "Mrs. Pince cherishes these books so much that she even thinks that we are damaging them by flipping through them. Fortunately, these books belong to the library, otherwise she would definitely They'll kick us all out."

"Last time I borrowed a book called "A General History of Ancient Magic," Mrs. Pince went on and on about a lot of things. Look." Hermione took out a loan slip with a large warning written on it.

"If you nick, tear, ... I will subject you to the most dire consequences within my power."

Hermione picked up the magic book she had found. The top one read "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells", and there was a column of small words next to it: They could not design a project that could not be completed.

"I have found answers to all my questions in library books before, and I think you can too." Hermione encouraged, helping Roger find a way to breathe underwater.

"A potion for underwater breathing..."

"Weird Magical Plants", "Potions and Materials", "Range of Spells: Simple to Complex", "Dictionary of Charms 1732-1960"...

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer unopened books, but they still found nothing.

"How come there isn't?" Rogge propped his head, his eyes sore from reading.

Today is Halloween, so the museum closes two hours early. In addition to the two of them in the entire library, there was also Mrs. Pinsi watching over them.

"Hermione, let's return the book first." Rogge really couldn't stand the look in Mrs. Pince's eyes, full of resentment, as if he had taken away her girl.

"Roger, are we looking in the wrong direction?" Hermione put the last book back on the bookshelf and glanced over it.

"Although Professor Snape has an eccentric personality, he never leaves any task unfinished."

"You are right, so I have been looking for potions or magic plants. He is our potions teacher, so it must be about this..."

"Children, it's time to go to the auditorium to celebrate Halloween." Mrs. Pince suddenly appeared, her thin figure cast a long and thin shadow by the candlelight, startling the two of them.

"Madam, there are five minutes left before closing?" Roger shook his pocket watch, but Hermione quickly pulled him away.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you see the feather duster in Mrs. Pince's hand?" Hermione reminded, "Last time, a little wizard accidentally dropped a book on the ground, and Mrs. Pince used a feather duster to drive him out."

"Hey, to be honest, she always reminds me of someone." Rogge looked at Mrs. Pingsi, who was dressed in black, and commented: "Strict and ruthless."

"It can no longer be said that you take your work seriously, but that you are critical and harsh." Hermione added, obviously realizing who Roger was talking about.

"Another thing is that we don't like them." Rogge and Hermione smiled at each other, feeling more and more that the two people they said were a perfect match.

"I thought of a fun prank." Roger thought of going to the Black Lake to collect herbs and decided to play a trick on Snape.

"What are your plans?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Pretend to be Mrs. Pince and write a letter to Snape." Roger gestured with a wicked smile, and Hermione's eyes widened.

"If they find out, hiss... how serious the consequences will be." Hermione gasped. This was Snape who frightened the students the most. Roger was too courageous.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a secret!" Rogge lowered his voice and leaned into Hermione's ear: "Our dean is single and unmarried because he is deeply in love with his former classmate."

"Huh! Really?" Hermione was shocked. She thought Snape was a research geek and didn't understand what liking was.

"Of course, it's a pity that their children are all in school. Just like us, they are in the first grade this year." Rogge sighed and said a wise saying: "Licking a dog will lead to a happy death."

"Roger, are you talking about a Chinese proverb?" Hermione blinked, wondering when he learned a second language.

"Don't worry about these details. Who asked him to punish me to go to the bottom of the lake..." Roger suddenly pulled Hermione, and both of them smelled a smell of smelly socks mixed with dead mice.

Then there was a loud sound like an elephant stamping on the ground. A huge figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and the candle expanded its shadow into a black screen, quickly filling the entire passage.

"It's a troll!" Rogge grabbed Hermione and protected her behind the statue.

The 12-foot-tall guy was walking towards them aimlessly. If you try to escape at this time, you will definitely be discovered by the other party.

Its gray skin had a stony color, and it held a thick wooden stick in its hand. The small head is in sharp contrast to the huge body, like a small chocolate bean.

The troll dragged the stick and rubbed it on the ground, making a harsh and unpleasant sound. Hermione held onto Rogge's arm tightly. Her legs couldn't help but feel weak as she looked at the terrifying monster. If Roger hadn't covered her mouth, she might have screamed.